If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest

Enyo looked up from her work as Epimethius finished covering the trap with a satisfied expression, his doggish grin more noticeable now. He tilted his head and pointed in the direction of a faint noise, his focus sharp.

She followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing as she listened. The subtle rustling of the elk was unmistakable. They were nearing.

"Good ear," she muttered, her tone almost begrudging but acknowledging his skill. "Stay low and stay quiet. This is the moment. We’ll have one shot at this."

Enyo moved swiftly, her posture rigid as she crouched beside the trap, her eyes locked on the direction Epimethius had pointed. The anticipation of the hunt was palpable, and she knew they had set everything up perfectly. Now, it was just a matter of waiting.

If he performed well then perhaps she would make him a slave. A useful mutt was better than a dead one and a dead one was better than a useless one.

BUT WOULD YOU LOVE ME IF I RULED THE WORLD WORLD WORLD

"SPEECH"